The holding back
words seem still
uncertain to be spoken
like the rose-bud
still in hibernation:
not the time yet
the best must wait

only after the shower
comes the rainbow
my fondest maiden
is hesitating in her silent chamber

her heart she's searching
to find the right words
when she awakes
in the early dawn
she will come to trust love
and not be afraid

I will hold back-
my patience
will be richly rewarded
I know for sure
she will write
to me, saying
'  By my chamber
  for you I'll wait
  come, oh come
my dearest
dearest beloved !'